Wednesday, July 3, 2013

My friends here in Montana poke fun at me because of my affinity for Butte. What used to be a booming copper mining town, downtown Butte now appears as a desolate reminder of an opulent past, with it's architectural grandiose ranging from Victorian to Art Deco. I walked the area on a Sunday afternoon, yet the only people outside were those on the patio of the local watering hole. At some points it was a little unnerving with how quiet the streets were. I got the impression from a couple locals, staring "you're not from around here, are you?" I read on a sign Butte claimed once to be the "richest city in the country," and it does show. However, it also shows much of it's decline. A lot of the structures don't seem to be preserved or even occupied for that matter. I don't mean to discredit Butte as a city, in fact, I love it. It has a quirkiness only it's history can provide. The architecture leaves to your imagination what used to be, locked in time without the distractions of contemporary facades. Heck, I even saw a guy ride a horse to the grocery store. How's that for a time warp?

Please excuse the picture quality. I had flown back from Atlanta without my camera, so these were taken with an iPhone, and edited.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Recently Greg and I drove the Beartooth Pass, an inconic highway which travels between Yellowstone National Park and Red Lodge, Montana. You literally feel on top of the world for this drive! This was early June but there was still so. much. snow. This area is actually popular for summer skiing (not even kidding), but Greg thought the conditions were a bit too icy for him. We decided to just to do the drive, head towards camp and enjoy being a tourist for the day.

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Friday, November 16, 2012

Although we were only there for a couple of hours, I was entirely transfixed by the geologic formations at Bryce. We hiked the Navajo trail, which starts at the top of the canyon, travels down into the canyon through a series of switchbacks and with a great feat of endurance, back up. Once inside the canyon, I imagined what it might feel like to be a miniature figurine among these colossal orange giants. There is a naturally occurring glow within the walls, created from all of the orange rock, bouncing off spires and dispersing the light from within. It was a photographic wonderland to have all this wonderful light at my discretion. I could probably spend hours here wandering around and through the canyon. I definitely want to go back to explore more here.